As my weight fluxuates I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to set up skinny, normal, and fat bins for  my clothes.   Doctor still want me to eat- what do they know that I don’t?   Or are they ignorant of my eating ability?

I can accomplish feats of gluttony most folks would never consider.  Because they are not bat shit crazy.  I’m talking delicious uncouis (so) foods.  Fat?   Not a problem.   The chicken livers were so good we ordered two more rounds.   

Yep.  I can do food.   All the best y’all.